yes, it's that time. whining time. my back hurts from walking
everywhere. well, actually, it doesn't hurt from walking everywhere,
it hurts because i'm a pussy.

okay. that's done.

yesterday we had one of our finest shows. not a lot of people, but i
finally managed to get the 'let's go on a ride' feeling out to the
audience from the get-go. there was a "cock-up" with getting jessie in
to a show and i was waiting outside the venue, thinking that the other
show hadn't finished. It wasn't a big deal, but we started a bit late.
maybe that was a good thing. it may have been one of our best shows.

oh, speaking of being a dick... a friend from "thatguy", dan, showed
up. he taped the show last year and came and saw it again. in my
post-show delerium, i introduced him as matt. i had this weird aphasia
where i knew it was dan but i said matt and then my brain convinced me
it was matt. i'm so insane. irregardless, he made this insane and
wonderful music vid thing that's, well, insane and wonderful. man.
people rule. especially the people i know. so there. eat me.

after our big shoe, we met up with flee and eddie and went to see noel
faulkner - shake, rattle & noel. (GET IT!?) really charming older guy
with stories about growing up on the fringes of the music biz with
tourette's before anyone knew what the fuck tourette's was. rather, he
was too poor to go to a doctor who knew what tourette's was. it's
pretty cool seeing a guy click, pop, shake and make weird gestures
while telling you about clicking, popping, shaking and making weird
gestures. there was no "pity me" shit at all. it was mostly about his
adventures growing up. the tourette's was a bit tangential to it all
but it informed everything he did, like doing a drug run on a boat to
colombia for fifty grand. (he then wasted it on holistic medicine)

he has this one line which was so beautiful it nearly made me cry:
getting older is great. when people are mean to you when you're young,
it hurts you, but when you're older, you realize they're just cunts.

lovely.

that and the constant lower back pain.

anyway... loved the noel faulkner shoe.

then we went in to see "dirty fan male". wow. this is a great show.
it's a guy who began answering fan letters sent to his sister who was
doing soft-core "page 3" type layouts in the early nineties. she began
a sort of fan club empire for other girls and he and his mum and a few
others ran this sort of empire out of their garage.

it's our host and a guy in a tux with a keyboard who interprets the
fan letters. the trap is that they make fun of the desperate and sad
guys who send letters, but there really wasn't any of that. it was a
bit of a celebration of the nuttiness of our sexuality. how weird it
all is when you step back and just look at it. the people who write to
the girls are a bit more eager to share theirs. who knows why?

irregardless.... it's a great show. the guy doing the interp kills me.
sometimes he would underscore with his keyboard, other times he'd just
read a letter as a character, or he'd sing a song. he did an
"uplifting paul mcartney medley" at the end that killed me. with the
full-on bullshit paul mcartney "thumbs up" bullshit that paul mcartney
does now. all in the style of that uplifiting paul mcartney medley
bullshit. ahhhh.

geniuses walk among us.

dfm has a bit in common with spamscam as there is one guy whose idea
it *wasn't*, doing most of the heavy lifting of the show. Ah well...
Though, to my credit, i do quite a bit more work than the host of dfm.

we scurried over to brendan burns' show. i wanted to see him again and
wanted jessie to see it. he has the flu or something and was a bit
scattered and under the weather. that didn't stop him from giving a
great show and killing. i love his eagerness and his insights. i don't
know how they fucking do it. man, i'd love to be able to do that. it
must feel superhuman after you spill yourself out and people love it.

we grabbed food at a chip shop and then went in to see tim minchin.
he's filling the room at the same time where i was with pc cowboys
last year. nice to see the room filled. i enjoyed tim minchin. it's
fluffy and it looks like there is a lot of money behind him. a whole
lot. he's getting a lot of play here and that's good. i think he's a
star and it seems that others feel that way too. basically, though
it's soooo much more than this, really, really, really well crafted
funny songs. sort of bastard son of harpo and tom lehrer who looks a
bit like john lithgow in buckaroo banzai across the 8th dimension.
some good stand-up and a great peace song for jews and muslims.

you don't eat pigs
we don't eat pigs

it seems it's been that way forever

you don't eat pigs we don't eat pigs

why not not eat pigs together

genius.

then (we're doing a lot... i'll sleep when jessie's gone) we went to
spank (you love it!) and two women reinforce the unfunny woman comic
stereotype. then alex horne came up and did a speedy fast punfest and
a crazy pre-recorded thing that was fucking weird and great. then tim
minchin popped in and sang some songs and was sexy and did the pig
song.

then it was 2am and time to get fucking home, people....

i'm having a great time!!!

go figure.

oh. the weather is amazing. warm. lovely. it was never this nice last
year. everyone agrees. so there.

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